Into the Ordinary: The Divine in the Everyday

May is easily one of the most beautiful of the twelve months of the year. Everywhere you turn things are blooming, blossoming, greening and coming back to life—at least in this northern hemisphere. As the world around us comes back to life, so does the inner life of our spirits, and we can “see” that too if we pause a moment to contemplate the journey of this sacred season.

​Easter, with its resurrection movement has passed. The cross is empty, and so is the tomb. The seemingly unrecognizable figure of the risen Christ is moving across the landscape from Jerusalem to Emmaus to Galilee, walking the dusty roads, pausing here and there for a meal, to grill fish by the lake—headed for the Ascension and beyond to Pentecost, with its gift of the Spirit.

I remember clearly a May day—maybe even a Pentecost day—sitting contemplatively on a warm hillside and feeling the breeze become a wind. Ahhhh!…I thought here Sophia is, rising up and blowing through my being. Her Spirit speaking to my spirit as I prayed for openness of eye and ear to the Holy within and surrounding me. I continue to be grateful for that one moment in time, an unrepeatable memory, and yet a clear sign of what comes of walking away from the empty tomb, walking toward, and with, the living Presence. What more could one ask of a day in May?